Every February four intrepid poets set off on adventure into sonnet territory. Twenty-eight days, twenty-eight sonnets. Let's go!

14 February 2014

'Hero'

Ladies and gentlemen, the first crown is now complete, turning back on itself.Adorning this crown is a sonnet wreath, composed of the first lines of the fourteen sonnets comprising the crown:I want a hero ‒
but then don't we all?I see the hero deep
in all of us:a small, swift flame
to shield against the fallalone, into the cold
impervious.Can I be trusted? Will I heed the call?An
Englishman tries not to make a fuss ‒he
brings sweet moderation to the ball.Behind
their backs I tut at the unjust.I
will not take this bullshit any more ‒the
best thing you can do is be a man,contender
in no ordinary war,ignoring
anyone who has a plan.We
all must die, but then, who's keeping score?I'll
try to live a little while I can.